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A/N: All the events of the HP series have been pushed up by ten years, instead of Harry and Neville being born in 1980, they were born a decade later, etc. Btw, first story, will ignore flames, blah blah blah. Anyways, on to the actual story.

Disciplus Mortis (otherwise known as "Champion of Death")

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Hogwarts Main Courtyard

Tom Marvolo Riddle, more commonly known as his alias, Lord Voldemort, snorted at his nemesis' choice of spells. What a fool Dumbledore was, telling his little bird-watching club not to kill, but to stun and disarm. "Harry, Harry, Harry," he addressed his foe, shaking his head. "Why do you resist? All it does is get what few friends you have dead and the others turn against you." He was speaking the truth. Neville, Luna, Fred, George, Colin and dozens of others were already dead. Ron and Ginny had joined Voldemort, taking the Dark Mark only a few days before Bill and Fleur's wedding. When the Death Eaters had attacked, the traitorous duo had joined them, personally killing Arthur and Bill. Fleur was now only a shell of her former self. Harry looked around him. Cho Chang was furiously dueling an unmasked Walden Macnair, Percy had his old bosses, Fudge and Umbitch cornered and was sending AKs their way, McGonagall and Flitwick were retreating from a team of five Death Eaters, including Lucius Malfoy and the Lestrange brothers. Almost all the other defenders were either dead or dying. "Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort sent a killing curse his way, but Harry dodged. He momentarily forgot, however, that the Granger mudblood had been dueling two Death Humpers behind him, and the curse hit her in the side. She fell, dead, then was torn to shreds by an Entrail Expelling curse. Draco Malfoy watched in horror as his mother, who had betrayed the Dark Lord with him, was smashed into a bloody paste by a troll's club. Harry turned back to Voldemort. "Avada Kedavra!" they shouted simultaneously. The two curses met, one filled with anger and hate at the world, and the other fueled by rage and a desire for revenge. An explosion rocked the area nearby as the curses both rebounded, erasing their masters from this plane of existence.

Limbo (or whatever the hell the white King's Cross place is called)

Harry woke in Limbo and climbed to his feet, ready for a fight, before he realized where he was. He looked around him and saw someone approaching him. She had deep, rich red hair and bright emerald green eyes. "Mum?" he choked out, wondering how in the world his mum could be here. She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Potter, but I'm not your mum. The name's Thanatos." As the mist around them cleared somewhat, Harry was able to see two large black feathered wings. Harry remembered one of his history teachers in primary school mentioning Thanatos and the Olympians of Ancient Greece. Before he could ask if Thanatos was supposed to be a guy or not, she spoke, "As you can see, I am not male. My second-in-command, the Grim Reaper that's usually mistaken for me, decided that since you, Voldemort and Dumbles are all dead, the mortal world is getting boring. So he decided to release some of my least-favorite demons on the mortals. He also let Faggot and the Moldy Wanker out of Punishment. To make things worse, he took almost half of my men with him. Just with Fag out of Punishment, the world, balance, whatever you want to call it, will be-" at Harry's lost expression, she switched to Trollish, while rubbing her temples and cursing his stupidity. "Several lesser demons have been released on Earth, as have Dumbledore and Voldemort. They were sent back into their younger bodies by my second-in-command, who thought the earth was too boring with you three gone," she said this slowly, as if he were a five year-old. "Unfortunately, when they were released, my second-in-command, or Reapie as I like to call him, went with them. He could literally be anyone or anything, even an object."

"Harry James Potter, να αποδεχθεί τα δικαιώματα και τις υποχρεώσεις του να γίνει πρωταθλητής μου, ενσαρκωμένη θανάτου?"*

Without even knowing what he was saying, he responded in the same tongue. "Θάνατος, δέχομαι την ευγενική προσφορά σας. Θα πρέπει να είναι υπόδειγμα και πρεσβευτής στη Γη σας."*

"Στη συνέχεια θα πρέπει να είναι πρεσβευτής μου και είναι ένας φάρος της δύναμής μου για τους θνητούς στα παρακάτω επίπεδα. Σήκω, παιδί μου, και να πάρει τη θέση σας ως τον πρίγκιπα του θανάτου."*

Leaning close to his ear and putting a hand right above his heart, she whispered, "You'll probably notice a few changes when you get back."

A stream of magic flowed from Thanatos' hand and into Harry's chest. When enough power of her power had been sent into the boy, she drew her hand back. When Harry opened his eyes, they were a darker, more dangerous shade of green, and his hair, once an unruly raven's nest, was moderately neat. It was also darker than it had been before, morphing from almost brown to a dark obsidian black. The skin of his back boiled and bubbled for several seconds, before two wings, a similar shade to his hair, tore their way out of his back.

As he stood there, Thanatos walked up to him and pressed one finger to his forehead, exactly where the scar was. Well, that was where it used to be. With the Voldemort's horcrux out of his head, the scar had faded, and, when Harry had died, it had completely disappeared.

An influx of knowledge flowed into his mind, but they were primarily memories. Most were Dumbledore's, but there were a few from Grindelwald and Voldemort. Harry saw a much younger Albus plotting with Grindelwald to take control of the world, making the Muggles their slaves along the way, then he felt Dumbledore's exasperation and annoyance when "dear old Gellie", as Dumbledore had taken to calling him, tried to take it by force through the Second World War. Harry saw the way Dumbledore had molded Tom Riddle into the perfect Dark Lord for him to defeat through subtle, but often Compulsion charms and potions in his food. Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Goat-buggering Too-Many-Titles-And-Way-Too-Many-Goddamn-Middle-Names Dumbledore created Lord Moldy-Balls! Harry realized.

Caterpillar-fucking marsupial-humping twat! I'm gonna fucking kill that souffle-shitting cock-sucker…

After saying many more swear words which we will not mention, Harry slightly calmed down. However, there was still more to come. Harry watched decades pass in only the space of a few seconds, looking in satisfaction at the army of blood purists he had created. After that, the orphaned Harry Potter came along, and he became just what he was destined to become, a tool, a weapon, in human form. He had only needed to feed Snape only a few Compulsions, to increase his hate of the boy's father, and, in extension, young Harry.

When the memories ceased, Harry's eyes flickered to a dark, destructive blood red. "Calm down, you'll have your revenge eventually," Thanatos scolded, annoyed at how emotional humans could be.

It was a fortunate thing that Thanatos had saved that Titan-spawn's life a few years back, otherwise Kronos wouldn't nearly be as compliant with her wishes. "Kronos, it is time." Thanatos said, chuckling inwardly at the pun.

Thanatos put a hand on Harry's shoulder and with a pop, they were in the bowels of Tartarus, in front of a circle of runes. Some of the runes were oddly shaped. To Harry, two of the runes that were side-by-side looked like a pair of mammary glands, and another that looked either like the Eye of Sauron or a vag-

Get your mind out of the gutter, Harry chastised himself.

Kronos had gathered eleven of his most powerful minions for the ceremony.

Thanatos led Harry to the center of the circle and stepped back. Kronos, Thanatos and the minions, most of which were short, faintly yellow and usually cyclopean, began chanting in a language known only to gods. To Harry it sounded like "Ha-ho-wa-hee-ha-ho-ho-ho, ha-ho-wa-hee-ha-ho-ho-ho…"

Harry also noted that the minions looked vaguely like Twinkies. After they were finished with their chant, Kronos walked up to Harry and shook his hand. "From this moment on, you'll now be known as Deathbait."

"Deathbait hoo ha ha!" The minions shouted in unison.

"Welcome Brother Deathbait!"

"Deathbait hoo ha ha!"

"Okay enough with the Deathbait!" Kronos ordered. One of the dumber minions, also slow of hearing finished, "Deathbait! ooh..ba..badoo."

Kronos sighed at the stupidity of his best minions. "The ritual's done, Thanatos, can we go now?"

The present Death God pouted. "Well, after you send him back into his previous body, sure."

Kronos sighed and snapped his fingers. "Done. Happy now?" Before anything else could be said, Harry was whisked back in time, followed by something that sounded suspiciously like the sound our favorite blue police box makes.

Harry woke with a scream of agony as the current soul was torn out of Harry's body and replaced with a new one.

A/N: This is a rough translation of the Greek above:

"Do you, Harry James Potter, accept the rights and responsibilities of becoming my champion, Death incarnate?"

"Death, I accept your gracious offer. I shall be your embodiment and ambassador on Earth."

"Then be my ambassador and a beacon of my strength to the mortals in the planes below. Arise, my son, and take your place as the prince of Death."

Previously

Before anything else could be said, Harry was whisked back in time, followed by something that sounded suspiciously like the sound our favorite blue police box makes. Harry

woke with a scream of agony as the current soul was torn out of Harry's body and replaced with a new one.

Present

Damn Death God, Harry thought as he experienced pain just as bad as one of Voldemort's Cruciatus curses. As Harry's soul replaced his current one, a magical backlash went through the house, sending the pots and pans in the neat, perfect kitchen flying and fracturing part of the gaslines underneath the house. The door to his room, the cupboard underneath the stairs was ripped open and the angry face of his uncle emerged.

"Just what the hell is happening in here, brat? Shut up, you goddamn freak!"

Vernon was about to slam the door to the cupboard shut, but found he couldn't move. He tried to shout about freakish behavior and beating the little shit to within an inch of death, but he found he couldn't do that, either. A bolt of black magic from Harry's hand smashed into him and his chest exploded, killing the muggle in a single flash of excruciating pain and covering the walls with gore. However, the hubbub downstairs had attracted the attention of his horse-faced wife, and she came down the stairs, annoyed at her husband and brat of a nephew. A small bit of the black magic acted like a blade and split her body in two horizontally, but not before seeing the extent of her nephew's freakishness, a pair of black feathered wings sprouting from his back. Harry stumbled out of Number 4 Privet Drive for the final time. As he turned his back on the house, fumes from the gaslines filled the house, and, within just a few hours, Number 4 Privet Drive was a raging inferno.

After climbing aboard the Knight Bus, he got to thinking, an extremely difficult thing to do while zipping across the countryside, dodging cars and hopping over buildings and trees the entire trip. By the time the Bus had reached the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron, Harry was ready to vomit. Harry entered the dingy pub, making sure that the infamous lightning bolt scar was covered by his hair. He approached Tom, the elderly bartender and asked him how much a room was per night. "Three galleons and sixteen sickles," was his answer. Since when was a room at the Leaky Cauldron so expensive? Harry wondered that as he walked toward Gringotts. He approached the nearest available teller, who scowled at Harry, annoyed at having to deal with a wizard so late in the day.

"Good evening," Harry greeted the small magical creature. The goblin arched one eyebrow, surprised at courtesy from a human, let alone a wizard. "I would like to make a withdrawal from my account."

"Name?"

"Harry James Potter."

"Key?"

"Umm… I don't have a key."

The goblin stroked his chin, as if in deep thought. "Well, there's another way to test if you're who you say you are…."

Harry perked up at that. He would need the money in his vault if he were to pay for room and board, clothing and anything else he would need. "Really? Can we do it now?"

The teller flipped his "open" sign to "closed" and walked around the desk. "Follow me, human." Not finding being referred to as "human" preferable, Harry followed Bloodhook down a flight of stairs, up another, around a corner, down a slide, and fell on his face, by a 5-inch diameter hole.

The goblin looked at Harry with slight disdain as he began to explain what the hole was used for.

"This hole will analyze the DNA in whatever body part is put in there. In case you're retarded, it'll tell us who you are. Make sense?"

"Uhh… okay."

The goblin smirked. "All right. Now stick your dick in there."

Harry looked closely at the hole. "Umm… Mr. Goblin, there's a problem."

The goblin grunted. "What is it, human?"

"The hole is too small."

A snort escaped the goblin, then a chuckle.

"Finally, a wizard with a sense of humor! Most just do as I tell them!"

"Are you shitting me?"

The goblin replied in a monotone, "No, I am not shitting you."

A few chuckles escaped Harry this time.